Really fast oneshot.
Note to self: Always write a week before the competition ends...
The House Competition:
House: Slytherin
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Anger [emotion]
Word count: 367
Remus looked up in shock as the door of the boys' dormitory shut with a loud bang. In stormed James Potter, his face so red it would give Lily Evans' hair a run for its money. Sirius Black stomped in after him, just as angrily, his hair tousled up in a great big mess.
Bad sign.
Remus watched the two in alarm, his eyes wide behind the book he had been reading when the two wizards marched in unexpectedly.
His eyes widened even more when the two started shouting at each other, standing at least ten feet apart, yet still communicating as well as if they were mere inches away from one another.
"You git. Leave already, Black!"
Sirius glared at James. "Yeah, I'd love to!" he yelled back, immediately turning around and almost charging onto his bed. He pulled the curtains around it, as if hiding himself from James, but not without throwing a look of absolute hate at him.
Remus' eyebrows flew up. "What happened, mate?" he asked James.
James shot him a glare. Without replying, he huffed and retreated to his own bed. Remus rolled his eyes.
"Right then. We're going to be like this, I suppose.."
Both of them continued to ignore Remus as they shot more insults at each other, both hidden behind their curtains, but hearing one another nonetheless.
"You little piece of hippogriff dung! I was supposed to be the one doing it!"
"No, McGonagall told me, you bastard!" a voice yelled from Sirius' bed.
"What did you call me?! You, you... Filch-lover!"
"Why, you -"
"Would you two shut up! I'm trying to read here!" Remus snapped, sick of the pointless argument he didn't even know who started.
James stuck his head out of the curtains. "Be quiet!"
Remus looked dryly back at him. "No need to get testy with me," he deadpanned.
"I can be angry with whoever I want!" James pouted and closed the curtains.
Remus rolled his eyes again. But as no one argued anymore, he leaned back against his chair and began reading again, shaking his head at his two friends.
Knowing them, they'd make up tomorrow and forget this whole thing, whatever it was.